Do you ever wonder what I’m looking at?
When I’m staring into space?
The dream world that you can’t see,
The dream world… just for me.
I think it’s a work of creation,
When someone flies to their daydream nation.
A destination –
Where the things that aren’t real can be.
How about when you go to sleep?
What lies behind the dream?
A place where ignorance is bliss,
A place where you wake up and miss.
Maybe you dream to escape,
Or maybe you dream - because it’s easier than being awake.
Then you wake up –
And your reverie is gone… without a trace.
Do you ever wonder why we dream?
Why our brains run a movie in our mind?
A conscious unconsciousness without purpose or motivation,
A conscious unconsciousness where we can find inspiration.
Sometimes we dream - live our fear,
But that doesn’t happen when you’re near.
Have you ever had a dream so real-
That you didn’t know whether you were still dreaming?
